The Dawn Of Sadness
4 August, 2001
Author: Ziljan
The cool winter’s night falls into the warmth of the sun
her sacrilege never to be undone The warmth of her
tainted smile and evil caress mark’s ones certain death .
Who can resist that charming twisted smile her lushious
breast within me I feel the calling of the wild, She touch’s
my lust a bit for awhile the sweat that forms above my brow
her hair wipe’s away the memories of today and now ,I am
forever hers , I could not resist the bliss of her smile .
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| Mukhthar (61.246.98.214) -- Wednesday, March 22 2006, 06:42 pm Femme Fatale at work, eh? |
| xx (64.139.227.36) -- Thursday, March 30 2006, 06:32 pm the love of a vixen is great |
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